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[betemorne]

Do you think Dettlaff is sentimental while reading a book, watching a theatrical performance, etc. in tragic/sad or heartbreaking moments?

He absolutely is ! Given he is already quite sensitive / emotional by nature these kinds of emotional narratives move him greatly. In fact, it’s probably what draws him to fiction so much... though he is a sucker for happy endings.

[betemorne]

[ fidget ]

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

FLAMIA IS THERE in a heartbeat as the storm within Dettlaff whirls and rages. Her presence is the grounding one he so desperately needs, anchoring him there to the reality that was true where his dreams would only taunt and mock him – anything that brought a higher vampire to feel fear was indeed a force to be reckoned with. But what happened when that force was the very demons inside one’s mind ? They were ever relentless, twisting and bending reality to their will until they fed on Dettlaff’s deepest fears and insecurities. One might even suspect it was simply how someone with such a tormented, long-life had to suffer. There was no other way, it was just how things were.

Dettlaff awakens with a start, clinging to his daughter who hushes him softly, curling her little arms around his broad shoulders as she holds her dear apa close, comforting him, letting him know that it was all just another nightmare. By the gods, he was ever grateful for her… How easily his own thoughts and dreams could consume him as he slept. But neither was he safe when he was awake for that matter… and it is that fact alone that haunts him the most.

❝ Flam… ❞ he pants in ragged breaths from the adrenaline that had surged him awake. ❝ You’re here… ❞ he almost sounds shocked but relieved in equal measure. ❝ I… am sorry, if I frightened you. ❞

@frxgmcntcd

[betemorne]

Slender arms wrap around Dettlaff's waist in a tight, warm hug. - Regis (sanguiinefratres)

THE INTRUSION comes unexpected but not unwanted – a warmth in which Dettlaff welcomes above all others for it is the presence of his blood-brother alone that brings him a comfort unlike anything else.

❝ I see you are recovering your strength, ❞ a gentle, raspy voice interrupts the pleasant silence as Dettlaff comments at the arms tightly wound about his waist, a smile tugging at one end of his tiers in a smirk, though there was certainly no jest behind his words. For he meant them, truly.

❝ Tell me, does something ail you, brother ? Or do you simply wish to bask in this warmth for no reason other than to cherish it ? I shall gladly give it to you if that is the case. Linger as long as you wish. ❞

@sanguiinefratres​

[wnq-writers]

“You don’t have to be a child to be naïve, you just have to have too much of a good heart.”

— caseypaganelli

[sanguiinefratres]

@betemorne ♡’d for a 𝕾tarter - Regis

“ 𝕾ay, Dettlaff…? Would you be party to trying some of the Mandrake Distillate that I have here? ” 

𝕿he barber-surgeon held up a clear bottle for his blood brother to see.

“ 𝕿 fear I’ve made too much and I would be unable to drink it all by my lonesome. I would certainly appreciate the help, as well as the pleasure that is your company. ”

[betemorne]

LIQUOR had never been much to Dettlaff’s liking -- neither when it came to human blood nor their many variety of spirits, but Dettlaff would be hard-pressed to deny his friend anything, let alone a simple request as this. And what better than bonding beneath the moonlight with a drink in hand ? 

❝ I’ve heard much of this famous Mandrake liquor of yours. I suppose it is nigh time we put that to the test, ❞ he adds with a somewhat cheeky smirk that tugs at one end of his lips. ❝ I am eager to say the least. It is good to see you enjoying your hobbies once more. ❞ Definitely a sign that Regis’ recovery was going splendidly.

[khresme]

“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”                                ↳ Mary Shelley

(For @betemorne. Happy birthday, Al!)

[betemorne]

Kneels down so that he can run his hand over the grass below, reveling in how each of the grass blades brushes over the calloused bottom of his palm and fingertips. 

[betemorne]

❝  you've only killed those deserving, right ?  ❞

god of war (2018) starters || ACCEPTING

HE WANTS TO SAY YES, to tell the other that each drop of blood spilled was worth it, justified. But there was no justification in the murder of innocents. Hundreds dead. Bathing the streets crimson in their flesh and blood. There was nothing honorable in that and he knew it. Guilt bubbles within, just beneath the surface of his skin. Memories that would haunt him as long as he lived.

❝ No. ❞ 

He creaks beneath a ragged breath, hardly unable to believe even what it is he says because he knows he’s as guilty as night and day. Their one time executioner swathed in black, a reaper in his darkened cloak with claws for a scythe. A demon rent from hell itself. The true beast of Beauclair. It was him. Dettlaff van der Eretein – and there was no washing the blood that caked beneath his claws for a mistake made in the blinding, rage-induced need for vengeance.

❝ Do children deserve to die for the mistakes of another ? I… ❞ he swallows thickly, as if his tongue had become too heavy for his mouth and the images of hundreds dead, their corpses lining the street because of him. ❝ I do not think so. ❞  

@putrefactie

[betemorne]

[ tuck ]

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

THE CHILL OF THE NIGHT crept into his very bones, with Dettlaff hunched up against the bark of a hard tree as he curled his limbs together in an attempt to keep the creeping cold out to little avail. He shivered through the nightmares, the cold doing little but aiding in the terrible images that wracked his mind as he slept.

It was but one soul that found him there, a kindly smile spread across her face as she approached the sleeping vampire and wrapped a thick quilt blanket around his shoulders for no reason other than out of the kindness of her heart. 

Almost immediately does his tremors stop and the hard lines across his face smooth into something more akin to contentment. Surprisingly, he does not wake despite his normal instinct to do so – perhaps it was from the utter exhaustion he had felt before he had collapsed there beside the tree. His sleep is neither one filled with the icy cold nor the night terrors from before – sinking back into the tree with something vaguely resembling a smile as the stranger parts from him. 

@upperaedirn

[betemorne]

appetentia‌:

“You may not see it, but I do see how adorable you are.”

❝ Silence -- ! ❞ He hisses, quickly whipping around to make sure no one had overheard the vampiress ( and to mask the blush that was threatening to colour his entire face ). ❝ Someone might overhear you. ❞

[betemorne]

Gives that sweet boy a little kiss on the cheek

OH ! What a sweet surprise – hard at work in the middle of sketching the view of Kaer Trolde on a moonless night, Dettlaff had not expected Amora to breach his personal space only to plant a kiss right onto his cheek. He pauses in the middle of outlining the fortress’ outer walls… the faintest suggestion of a blush colouring his cheeks as he turns to meet Amora’s gaze looking rather bewildered. Most would ever be lucky to catch Dettlaff off guard like this – let along surprising a higher vampire like Dettlaff which could easily ere on the side of dangerous if one was not being careful. 

❝ I… hmmmmmh… is there an occasion for this, Amora ? … or– ? ❞

[betemorne]

[ drape ] 👀

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

ON SECOND THOUGHT, diving into that ice-cold lake was probably not the brightest idea at the time, not that Dettlaff was doing much thinking when Lizzie had accidentally dropped one of her precious valuables into the lake. He’d save her the time of having to get it herself, not even bothering to strip off any of his clothes as he gallantly rushed into the depths to retrieve the gem she kept at her side.

He returned not much later with the gem held safely in his hand, but shivering like a madman who’d rushed headlong into a winter’s storm. Lizzie had been kind enough to drag him to the fire she had made some ways off, helping Dettlaff out of his many layers of clothing until he was as naked as a babe as she pulled his head into her lap and ran her fingers through his wet, silken locks as the fire brought warmth back to his limbs. 

❝ Truly, you are too kind to me… ❞ he practically purrs with each new stroke of her fingers through his hair, unable to help the smile that pulls at each end of his lips. By the Elder, he was liable to drift off into a light doze at any given moment. This was bliss…

❝ But please, keep the reprimanding for later. I’ve heard enough of Regis’ to last a lifetime, ❞ he chuckles, knowing full well of what a fool he’d been to act without thinking. But ah, such had always been Dettlaff’s way…. 

@wandering-gharasham

[betemorne]

random dialogue starter || @travelspoken

❝ I did what I had to do. ❞

[betemorne]

random dialogue starter || @appetentia​ ( Magdeloigne )

❝ That is... impossible. ❞

[betemorne]

random dialogue starter || @fortunainfiniitus ( Pavetta )

❝ Are you... are you hurt ? ❞

[betemorne]

The boy greets him with a smile as soon as he sees Dettlaff, his eyes glinting with happiness "Buonasera, messere. I can't deny the happiness to see my steady patron again, I've been looking forward to see you, I could use your advice. Come, take a seat first. Bene... I have been thinking about getting un' arma, a weapon, myself. I know not what would be best suited, after all we wouldn't want to scare the patrons off, would we? But one must be able to defend oneself, you said it yourself"

DETTLAFF MANAGES A SMALL, FRIENDLY SMILE as he seats himself before the bootblack, one of the few things that brought him a simple form of joy during his untimelystay in Beauclair. It was truly astounding how quickly his boots could gather dust and grime when out on the road, and he certainly didn’t want to give the appearance of being some dirty old brute when he wore clothing befitting a gentleman.

The bootblack was a chatty lad, but Dettlaff appreciated the fact he never had to say much nor did the boy ever push him to speak at length. He shined boots, and that was that –– yet Dettlaff had come to enjoy the lad’s good nature. There was something defiantly cheeky about him, an intelligence that glinted in those eyes that spoke of a boy wizened well beyondhis years. 

Dettlaff unsheathes the knife clasped on his back, sliding out with a soft ‘hiss’ from its disuse, as he holds it out for the boy to take. The blade had not seen much use in Dettlaff’s many years – merely a weapon to keep up the masquerade and hide his true nature, and the need to have something to defend himself and keep his nature at bay should he ever be threatened. But Dettlaff figured the bootblack was in more need of it than he’d ever been. He could easily purchase another, no matter how dear the knife was to him. It was suited for better hands than his. 

❝ It is yours now. I must ask you to advise caution when using it—only when you are truly in danger. With great power… comes great responsibility. ❞

@toussaint-bootblack

[betemorne]

toussainttwins‌:

“Why, tales HELP you to WONDER.” graciously explained one of the baby succubi. “It is NASTY and BORING not to wonder at all. But you said you do it yourself, so you know already.”

Not only were the little tricksters engaged in an unusual activity of gathering bark. There was a weird apparatus behind their backs, where they stored their ‘hunting game’. Upon a closer inspection, it proved to be a wooden wash-tab. The resourceful twins stole it from a washing site of a human settlement, together with some ropes. Technically, it was not even a theft. Haven’t they left some sweet berries, hard-to-get herbs and a harmonica, made of reed and painted (a bit clumsily) with plant juices, in exchange?

The cheerful sisters was very keen on their booty. It slided and allowed to carry lots of useful things inside it! Moreover, it was gaudily painted with some fanciful flowers and herbs. Natanis and Nistana spend hours admiring the piece of human handiwork.

“You said it is YOUR home. We DIDN’T mean to cross uninvited”. The twins fumbled with their hooves, as if trying to locate an unseen border. Looking shy, they made a few tentative steps back. Tails circled around each other’s wrists, as human hands do in search of safety of a familiar touch.

“We need just a little dry bark. From a fallen tree over there! I’ll get some and be back in NO TIME”.

“Please! Please!” two pairs of pleading eyes, large and innocent as those of a gentle fawn, looked up to the older creature.

“You yourself have no need of it. You are HANDSOME.”

“VERY Handsome. I wish we HAD such handsome vampires in OUR pack.”

A HEARTY LAUGH leaves the young vampire at the mention of him being ‘handsome’ -- such innocent little creatures, it would be difficult to say no to them, particularly with those glittering doe eyes looking up at him. Dettlaff had always been weak towards youngsters no matter the species, and these succubi would be no exception. 

❝ You are more than free to gather as much bark as you please, little ones. All athumica are welcome in this forest as long as they pose no threat to my pack, and I can see your motives are pure. Would you care if I helped ? It would make the task easier and quicker for you. ❞

❝ I was not made aware that succubi traveled in packs. Usually, it is only the lower kin that group themselves in such large numbers... though one might say I am unique in that regard. ❞

❝ ... might I ask what that is you carry behind you ? ❞ Dettlaff tilts his head to the side to get a better look at the strange-looking object -- it was quite curious in appearance, and the patterns painted on the side looked most interesting to Dettlaff’s artistic eyes. He wished to get a closer look and to understand what exactly it was he observed.